Your Too Sweet [Konigx Reader] ||UnknownRabbit||

12

It felt like I'm seating in a wonderland meadow with just faes and dwarves at every nook and cranny of this little cottage-like cafe. The ambiance is so cozy, comfortable but my head is far from comfortable. I couldn't look at Konig's eyes, not when dirty thoughts were running wild and free in the spaces of my head, remembering the moans, grunts and Simon’s voice dirty talking me to completion while his inside me. 

  You better behave, Y/n. Behave! Erase the thoughts of all those ideas. This is so embarrassing. 

Keep it pure. Keep it wholesome. Keep it clean. 

I keep my face smiling and act that I'm enjoying the decor and the drinks and pastry he ordered, which in fact I am. Konig started talking to me back after starting small talks to keep our table from being less awkward. Just settling in this beautiful cafe– in which I didn't expect the hidden gem existed. People keep an eye on the big guy next to me.
I get it! The idea of a big and intimidating guy with scar marks across his nose bridge and hard face line and jaw, tall and broody man that looks like he is in his mid 30’s is certainly a rare sight to see in this imaginary cafe. 

It's like I'm seeing a new side to him, a different view of the manly and matured Konig. It swells the heart that he wasn't that serious as he looks like it. And it made me want to know more about Konig, the man I  judged to be an unmerciful god who I think about of  the night I'm being a little cunt. Shamefully. And an  elevator buddy. Coincidence or not, I have considered him as such. Thinking about it, it has never been a dull elevator moment. It's much more comfortable and the feeling of security.  

“Your necklace is beautiful.” He eyed the necklace, it linger there to my neck and where the necklace pendant sits before his smokey blue eyes snap back to meet mine. 

Little did he know this beautiful minimalist necklace is a gift from my stalker. Left right out of my doorstep. Like some kind of a gift left from a boyfriend after a fight and a cold shoulder and his affirmations are gift giving

“You do? It's a gift.” My hand runs up to my collarbone until my finger brushes to the small chain and the pendant, running it under my pads to the circular pendant, the little clevages of the crystal embed into the circular frame is like a momentary tactile. For a moment, I was happy to wear it. As stupid as it sounds the necklace looked so beautiful and it matched my likes for minimalist style and how simple yet elegant it looked. It's like it was bought for me because it suited me so well. 

“You wear it so well.” Even Konig thinks so too. It tugged a smile to the corner of my lips as I took a sip to my drink. My vanity sky rocketed as the handsome man compliment me.  Before the little conversation we were having died down, I was reconsidering to tell him more about the stalker, after all, he knew about it because I opened up to him about the letter drop at the gap of my door, cryptic messages. Maybe this is a chance in a way to expand my social circle. 

Before I could even open my mouth he speaked, it seems it wasn't only me who was getting uncomfortable from the stare and the awkward silence at our table. He asked about the stalker if he left yet again of his messages and I answered him honestly with a relieved smile. It was like a burden had lifted finally out of my shoulder. 

“Good. But still be careful.” His eyes never leave mine and those light colored eyes filled with concern and worry.

Again, I took a sip and bite of my pastry and continued to enjoy the food and drinks while I once again reconsidered my choices. My tongue is dying to speak about Dane, about Simon and how stressed and unsafe I felt over the past weeks. 

“Konig.” My lips thinly smiled at him as it also parted as I contemplated. Can I really open up to him? 

The devil at my left shoulder started whispering to my ear, negative thoughts of contrasting opinion and options. He is much older than me, wiser and much more experienced. The desperation for a temporary burst out, someone to chat with is at neck level need. 
But what if he find me in a bad light, what if he find my frustrations as an excuses.